But she is spending almost every night somewhere else.
She is doing well in school. She was friends with people who work the 12 steps. She had a boyfriend who was a college graduate and had a job and was making a life plan. We'd all met him and he was welcome anytime. But he treated her too nice. He wasn't enough drama. There just wasn't anything there.
Can we talk she asks.
They weren't friends last time. It's different this time because they are building a friendship first. He makes her laugh (except last weekend when he sent her a picture of his old girlfriend and it made her cry because she felt ugly and not good enough). He made her soup when she threw up. There's just something about him. She doesn't know what. She knows he's not good for her but it just feels so right. Maybe he hated her and treated her badly because she was too clingy and afraid to lose him. This time he won't try to physically or emotionally harm her.
She's prayed about it and she doesn't know why she was supposed to meet him. He says when she is around he doesn't do drugs as much. Maybe she can help him because she understands him now. Maybe someday it will be okay for us to meet him.
Don't tell dad she says.
Oh and marijuana isn't harmful for you. It shouldn't have to be prescribed and administered under the care of a doctor because - well if I had tried it I would know what she was talking about. Besides she doesn't take it to escape so it won't become an addiction. And it's not a gateway drug for her because she already knows she wouldn't like anything else and would react bad to it.
Don't worry about me she says. Don't cry yourself to sleep she says.
I just give her a sad smile.
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